₍ the villagers knew better than
to allow for anything less. ₎
❝what have you been taught thus far? ❞
❀ –; An elated gasp escaped her as she bent at the wait to gather a stick and crouched on the ground. With a well practiced flick of her wrist she wrote her name in the dirt. “Words that stay, Milord,” she answered and began work on his.